Captian's Log Excerpt: The Value of Facing Death 1 May 20201 May 2020 Below is an excerpt from my "Final Exam," which was the final paper I had to write for the final class of this semester. I hope to, after making some…
Captian's Log Caught 16 Apr 2020 The rain beat against the curved roof of the bus stop, beading up on the glass panels and rolling down onto the wet pavement below. He was burning; his head…
Captian's Log Short: Laughter 10 Apr 2020 The knife was cold, jarring. Like a shock it entered me, entered my very flesh, its invading cold stealing my breath. My weak legs disappeared, buckling underneath me; my vision…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grave 5 Apr 2020 The glistening, white marble stone cast a long shadow across the barren dirt. Its smooth faces were pristine, as if perpetually polished, and the deep etchings on it, like its…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Machine 30 Mar 2020 It was the machine, promised throughout all eternity, but especially in modernity realized possible. Its plans have been worked on since man first drew on his cave walls, not yet…
Captian's Log Rambling Thoughts About My Face 29 Mar 2020 I have often given my blog over to meditations on the morose. I am no prophet, but one certainty I proclaim is death. It is the one inescapable fact. You…
Captian's Log Hate 23 Mar 2020 “This seems a strange place to meet,” he said. He had forgone his customarily bright regalia. No capes, no tassels, just a suit, like a businessman would wear. Even the…
Captian's Log Long Live the King 19 Mar 2020 The King’s breaths came in shallow, desperate pants. His hair, once the rival of any lion’s mane, was now thin and wispy. The eyes which had stared down tyrants and…
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